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The Priest was enraged, and Sin blissfully relaxed. Not exactly the most uncommon situation, they tended to have opposite emotions, but the gentle swaying while riding in a wagon made it even more relaxing than normal.

"This is amazing. Why didn't you get one of these earlier?" Sin asked, laying on her back, her dragonhide-like skin making the wooden seats actually comfortable. A human was driving the horses in the front, and presumably had a similarly reinforced bottom.

The Priest sniffed, and adjusted her loose loincloth. "We are proud Amazons, we should not deign to be carted around like common trade goods."

Sin raised her head, looking at her mother. "So, why are you riding?"

The Priest scowled and thrust into one of her slaves, her overproductive balls demanding relief yet again, the bottom of the wagon sodden with her seed. "Priests do not travel on foot without a proper honor guard, and our warriors are... busy." It was the understatement of the year. Since the Couple had been sent away, more and more traders had entered Amazon territory, their guards tall and strong enough to stand up to a raiding party. The Highest Priest had commanded that they should be followed and observed, which had drastically overstrained the warrior caste. It was all the Priest could do to take Sin.

The wagon slowly traveled mile after mile, leaving a trail of white goo, while Sin slept the day away. Between sessions with her slaves, the Priest looked at the new road angrily, seeing how torn up the ground was, how many carts must have traveled between the human kingdom and the Amazons' territory. She knew it had to be the Couple's fault, somehow, and the letter she'd received just inflamed her suspicions.

It wasn't exactly a leap in deductive reasoning, an invitation to the human capital to observe the Couple's progress in spreading Amazonian seed, and the wagon and horse team, couldn't indicate much else. The driver had unloaded some supplies to the Couple's home, and sat, waiting for the Priest to get in. And now here they were, bored fucking slaves and sleeping as they traveled at a blistering near walking pace.

The Priest sighed and started thrusting again.

***

Nearly a week later, the wagon halted for the last time, in front of stone building, notably larger than the ones around it. The Priest and Sin were a tad confused at how easy it was for them to get into the city, the guards practically waved them through, though they may have spent a bit more time than usual ogling than was normal for humans.

The crowds were similar, much more interested than scared, a notable departure from Sin's admittedly limited experience. They also were more varied than normal, some over 2 meters, many with more defined muscles, or exaggerated curves. There were even a few Amazons, warriors by their height, going about their daily activities, like common townsfolk.

The Priest stopped gaping, and got herself under control, while Sin struggled to do the same.

"Is this where the Couple are?" Sin asked the driver, the Priest too holy to taint her tongue with the human's language.

The driver nodded, and replied in accented Amazonian, "Yep, fellow trader, just through that gate." Sin blinked, and tried to wrap her head around the trader pidgin. *Yes, oh glorious warrior, though that door.*

Sin nodded and bowed to her mother, who walked to the door and stood there, waiting for her attendant to open it. Sin straightened up and walked to the door, then opened it, nudging her mother back into the street. The Priest blinked slowly, irritated already, gathered her loose clothes around her, and headed into the building. The driver looked into the rear of the cart, at the triplet of slaves. As soon as the Amazons disappeared inside, two of them stretched, and smiled as they looked up at the brothel.

"You think we can get a few rounds in?" One asked the other, who nodded.

"They'll be there all night." She agreed, and the two looked at the third. "Come on, let's get cleaned up and get dirty!"

The two eagerly grabbed the third, jumped down, splatting into the mud, and ran around the corner down an alley. The crowd barely looked at the three small bundles of exaggerated curves, as the driver started towards the livery stable.

***

It was cool, well lit, and spacious, large enough for the Amazons to stand comfortably within. The scent of Amazon cum was a constant undertone, causing their cocks to twitch in anticipation. Large windows on the upper floor allowed light in, while a large chandelier would provide light as the night fell. Scattered around were seats and tables, as well as a number of barrels along one wall. The room had a few other customers, mostly laughing and drinking together.

A slightly underweight Amazon warrior walked up to the couple. "How may I serve you?" She asked, bowing, causing the warrior and priest to gape again. What type of Amazon would be so submissive as to say that?

"We are looking for Liz and Daniel." Sin said, completely off kilter, taking a closer look at the new warrior. She wore a similar outfit to the women outside, stretched tight against defined muscles, large breasts, and bulging around a hefty sheath. Still, she managed a degree of femininity unlike many of the Amazons, obviously taking care of her hair, and wearing some powder that added color to her eyes and cheeks, causing her bright blue eyes to almost glow. The cut of the dress made it impossible to miss her well shaped rear, while her hair framed her face, highlighting the cute dimples in her cheeks, while her top showed off her her scarless arms and delicate fingers... Sin shook herself back to the present. It wouldn't do to fight the bouncer, even if she definitely wanted to win.

"I believe they are with a client. Would you two like some drinks in the meantime?"

Sin and the Priest looked at each other. Sin bowed her head slightly, and the Priest nodded, heading over to a seat. "Yes, what do you have?"

"Cogito ergo Cum, ale, Cum Together, wine, Screaming Orgasm, brandy, gin, tonic, and Jizz and Tonic." The barmaid said, looking at the two amazons, expectantly. Sin looked around more carefully, and noticed that the other patrons were a bit more handsy, their pupils wide, their smiles a bit too broad, and their drinks a bit thicker than normal.

Sin gulped and looked at the Priest, before translating.

The Priest spluttered and said hotly in Amazonian, "You expect us to drink some Amazon's seed?"

The barmaid's smile fell fractionally, but she recognized two words in the sentence. "Excellent choice, it'll be out in a moment." Then hurried off.

Sin and the Priest stared at each other. "Are... are they seriously just spreading their seed through drinks?" Sin asked.

"That is... intelligent, I suppose. It is addictive. I'm just not sure why we see so many proto-warriors in that case." The Priest mused. "One would expect many more slaves, but I haven't seen one since we entered the city."

Sin looked around, trying to remember what humans usually looked like. These definitely were a bit taller, maybe a bit broader, than normal. They didn't seem to be fully Amazonian though, there wasn't any fucking in their seats or Amazons being sucked off underneath the table. Just a couple in the corner slowly enjoying each other.

The barmaid returned with two leather tankards filled with sweet smelling seed, looking a tad flushed. "Here are your drinks. Liz and Daniel should be open soon. Do you want to meet them in the rooms or would you prefer to start here?" She asked, her customer face firmly fixed again.

The Priest was looking at the cum drink suspiciously, perhaps with a tinge of confusion, so Sin said, "Here." The barmaid nodded and headed back towards the stairs.

"What's so surprising? That's cum. You've made a couple gallons today already." Sin asked.

"Smell it. This isn't the normal stuff, it's submissive. Do you know how hard it is to get in quantity? They have got to have an entire stable of slaves in the basement to milk this out. And they need to know that we're here and know enough about cum to know the difference. They... they must be very devious, trying to lure us into a false sense of security..." The Priest said, eyes narrowed. Then took a drink, and her eyes widened. "But... this is very good quality..." She said, pupils dilating slightly.

The warrior and the priest sat at the table, drinking, feeling the chemical tingle slowly spread throughout their bodies.

"This... this is actually pretty good stuff." Sin agreed, feeling giggly. The Priest slowly nodded, trying to stay more in control. She was getting much more interested in Daniel and Liz, what they would have needed to do to produce at this scale... They both started blushing as their blood pressure rose, their constantly simmering libido spiking.

They ordered another round, and relaxed, letting the exhaustion of the road melt away.

It wasn't long before two more Amazons walked into the room, causing the Priest and Sin to look up from their drinks.

Sin unsteadily got up, her brain mostly happy bubbles and lust, and stumbled over to them. "You two are in a lot of trouble!" She proclaimed, nearly tripping over the stone floor, and one of the pair easily caught the nearly half ton warrior.

The Priest was a bit more in control, and blanched as she took in the differences between her own daughter and the interlopers.

Daniel and Liz had certainly filled out, both of them nearly the same height, with a very similar build, on the cusp between warrior and priest, and clearly enjoying it.

Sin barely came up to their shoulders, and looked slim in comparison to their capable builds. And that might have been an underestimate, since the two warriors were wearing flowing dresses, which were seemingly designed to obscure, in contrast to the bar wench's revealing top and skirt.

"Hello Sin." Daniel said, laughing a bit as he steadied her. "I'm sure. Now, should we retire to somewhere more... relaxed?"

Liz smirked at the Priest, and nodded to the barmaid. "Send up a few rounds of everything to our suite." She requested. "And clear any appointments. We're going to have a... tedious night ahead of us."

The priest tried to muster rage at the couple, but it was difficult over the chemical bliss, servile Amazons, and promise of getting rid of a thorn in her side. She got up, deliberately stepping, making sure that she showed off her height and strength as much as possible. She stood there, trying to intimidate the couple through sheer force of will, ignoring Liz's sniggering. Suddenly the rage got a bit easier.

Daniel bowed slightly, and nodded towards the stairs, as Liz took the lead, the other Amazons falling in behind.

One flight up, there was set of double doors large enough for Liz and Daniel to walk through comfortably, and Liz pushed them open onto a well decorated room with large windows. It was the result of a year of overcharged libidos and an adventurous view of sex. Chains, ropes, leather, and polished wood warred with pillows, bottles, a couple desks, and papers. It was a combination bedroom, workplace, and private sanctuary, with a thick layer of polish on the floor to stop the boards from warping as aggressively. Daniel pulled out two chairs from what looked like a conference desk as Liz received a number of leather tankards.

Sin wondered how a human would react to a room built to twice human size, with a constant undercurrent of cum and sex, as these two Warriors stalked around it with the unconscious grace of trained killers in their preferred habitat. Presumably it had to do with why the two had grown so much.

"Your Priestliness, would you like another round? Or something a bit stronger?" Liz offered, as the front of her dress bulged, the flat head making a distinctive tent in the fabric, clearly conditioned for something in her inner sanctum, presumably to be thrust into someone else's inner sanctum. Daniel disappeared behind a privacy wall, probably there for customers to take a moment judging by how it only went up to his ribs, and pulled off the dress, before walking back out, naked.

"I apologize for not being in the proper dress for a warrior, but it doesn't quite fit anymore." Daniel said, taking his seat. "His lordship has decreed we are too distracting for the common townsfolk, so we must remain covered. Not that clothes exactly do much in our current state."

While the Priest was practically a paragon of the Amazonian ideal, with built muscles, a huge cock, and almost an entirely unused slit, Daniel showed that he didn't quite extend it that far, his belly clearly heavy with child. Liz looked at him appreciatively, the bulge lengthening, and removed her own dress.

Sin and the Priest were gaping, confused, and already becoming overwhelmed by the hormones filling the room.

"What... why... how are you both still warriors?!" The Priest spluttered.

Liz walked over to the two and sat down, carefully making space for her overfull balls and large belly. "Why would we give up so much fun?" Liz asked, then ground her rear into the leather surface, moaning.

Daniel sighed, and took a tankard, inhaling the scent and smiling. "We... discovered that our dynamics were a bit more malleable than we thought before. And that things are a tad less strict than your caste thought."

"But there must be a submissive and a dominant in every relationship! That is what everything says, from our instincts, to the Holy Words, to our entire society! One must grow bigger by dominating someone else!" The Priest proclaimed.

"Then why are there still workers? Shouldn't they have all ended up as warriors and slaves?" A cool voice from the door asked. "I apologize for interrupting, but his lordship is requesting your... catering services. Again." He was dressed as a upper class servant, still of nearly human height, polished and bright as a pin, leaving Sin and the Priest gaping again.

"We have enough saved up. Send a barrel at the usual rate." Liz said dismissively. Ezekiel nodded, bowed, and closed the door.

"Who in the blazes did Ezekiel dominate?!" Sin demanded, then sat down in one of the chairs opposite, the Priest taking the last seat more hesitantly.

Liz and Daniel chuckled. "You're not listening." Daniel said, gently.

Liz was a bit more direct, as usual. "It's the mindset going in. If the person on the bottom holds all the cards, then you can both enjoy it. It's not a winner or loser. The person dominating is really serving their partner."

Daniel nodded, and ruffled her hair. She playfully bit back at him. "We fought that first night, but... we made it a competition, not real hostility. Then we just kept growing." Daniel said.

Liz smiled. "I think that it's not submission and domination." She said, turning to the confused Amazons. "Or not strictly. It's not hard to get into the feeling of sharing the moment."

"Why aren't you two priests then?" The Priest said, folding her arms.

"We stopped fitting in people. It wasn't as fun." Liz said, shrugging, then pursed her lips. "Not nearly as much a fan of that taste though. Ezekiel was very fun that night though. Has a lot of pent up aggression. We talked it out. He feels better now."

Daniel nodded. "It's not too hard to tell the difference. Submissive cum is sweet. Dominant cum is sour. But you don't need to produce dominant cum to grow, or submissive cum to shrink. A few of the more dedicated customers love being milked."

Liz's smile grew into a flat out grin. "Oh, you're being way too generous. They're full on employees. Just cumming all day, every day. I'm surprised you haven't joined in."

"Oh, I have, when you decided to strap yourself in."

"Hey! I know that cock too well for you to make stuff up. No way that you were big enough for that."

"After what you invited? You were tiny, almost back to human. Ezekiel's dick was bigger."

"With all due respect, sir, I'm hung like a fucking draft horse." Ezekiel said, poking his head in, face perfectly straight.

Liz and Daniel burst out laughing, and Sin and the Priest's eyes darted between the three.

"You... you've been making more Amazons?" Sin asked, trying to parse the jokes.

"Where do you think that stream of settlers has been coming from? And why they've been listening to Mary? She reports back often enough."

"We... the influx of human traders has been straining the Sisterhood. There are too many to monitor and too few warriors. We were confused but didn't investigate your gift." The Priest said.

"You didn't notice that they were the sluttiest, most submissive people ever?" Liz asked, smiling at some memory. "We thought they'd enjoy it. According to Mary, they are enjoying it."

The Priest looked off into the distance. "It... feels different. There's an under-taste of dominance in every one of their loads. It is not... popular."

Liz's smile took on a sharp edge. "What? I thought the relationship was submission and dominance? Nothing else. You're obviously taking them, why wouldn't be the same? Or are you saying that it might be a bit more complex?"

"Of course it's more complex!" The Priest protested. "It's the mindset, the situation, and how..." The Priest blinked. "How did you manage that?"

"What? Giving a bunch of pervs exactly what they wanted, another bunch of pervs exactly what they think they want, then the power to choose when they want to deal with you all because you treat all the slaves as all the same and probably don't even know how many slaves are in town as long as there's enough food and your cock is constant wet?" Liz asked, then shrugged. "It was Daniel's idea."

He coughed. "Your accounts of the Amazons that grew while on the bottom made me think there was more to it. Giving a bunch of bottoms as much cock as they could manage, on their own terms, after how you all treat them... well, I thought it might result in a change in the perception of power. And I was apparently correct."

The Priest looked at him, amused. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, you've clearly lost a couple inches on your hips and cock, judging by how you're not bulging out of your clothes. And I can't imagine that the Priest class invites anything else."

The Priest's amusement vanished. "I think you are mistaken. Cycles of growth and shrinking are common."

"No doubt, but would you turn down a chance to show us up? After sending back slaves, workers, and not bothering to return ourselves?"

The Priest sniffed and took a sip of her drink, not deigning to answer.

The small smile around Daniel's lips said that was answer enough. Liz's broad grin was even more aggressively confident.

Sin looked between the three. "What the fuck are you three talking about?"

The Priest sighed. "Sin..."

Sin pouted, "No, don't 'Sin...' me. I'm getting bored by this dick measuring contest because I can't see the dicks. What the hell is going on?"

Liz shrugged. "Should we tell her?"

"Oh, why should we? Her mother knows it better." Daniel said jokingly. The Priest inhaled in surprise, and started coughing loudly, her tankard barely making it to the table upright. Sin stared at the three of them in shock and confusion.

"How did you find out? Ezekiel?" The Priest asked, suddenly sounding much more unsure and worried than before.

"What? I... oh." Daniel trailed off, then the hint of a smile returned. "Is it shameful for a priest to become pregnant?"

The Priest's blush was more than enough.

Liz took pity. "Look... all these expectations... they're not healthy. We're just doing what our cocks told us to, and we've gotten bigger than any warrior, made more slaves than any individual warrior, and have a pretty good life right now. Can we stop being dicks to each other? We're not going to judge if you got pregnant." She rubbed Daniel's and her own tummies. "Would be a bit hypocritical."

The Priest sighed again and looked at Sin. "The temple decided to get rid of Daniel and Liz, and sent them out to do a raid. They discovered a loophole, and responded by filling the temple with power bottoms that get off on dominating."

Sin blinked. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Daniel coughed. "There's not much she can do about it. There's enough people here who know how to produce either cum at will, and a fairly thriving trade in jizz. You wouldn't believe the number of aristocrats who have a domineering wife. Made quite a stir at court once people started realizing what was going on. Things have calmed down a bit, but things are getting interesting as the effects spread."

"And the lord here has been requested to send the secret of his warriors to the king, so it's probably going to start spreading even faster." Liz continued. "I'd imagine that plenty of people knew about the potential effects, but they generally didn't cause it to explode on the market. Not quite equipped for it."

"Or didn't want to risk the disruption." Daniel shrugged. "Cat's out of the bag now though."

Sin blinked, suddenly realizing that things had gotten a bit bigger than she'd expected. "But... what about you two?"

"What about us? We have a number of warriors on staff, and we spend every night not working training with each other." Liz shrugged.

"You're a pretty awful warrior Sin, and I doubt your mom can take on the entire city." Daniel elaborated.

Sin and the Priest looked at each other. The Priest sighed again. "Alright... what do you two want? You wouldn't gloat like this if there wasn't something you wanted."

Liz shrugged. "Just to be left alone. We're pretty happy here at the moment. Might get bored in a decade or two, but we'll deal with that then."

Daniel held up a finger. "His lordship wants to talk with you tomorrow about opening trade relations and a migration treaty. He wants more interchange of people, probably because he thinks that every Amazon cumming in a human makes his territory stronger. But that's up to you to discuss." He smiled. "And we wanted to try to clear the table. You tried to kill us, we undermined your authority. How about we show you two the best week of your life, and we call it even?"

Sin and her mother looked suspicious, but eventually the Priest nodded. "Not like we could do much to you two here anyway. You're trading nothing for something."

Sin shook her head and got up, heading for the door. "Ezekiel! Show me to the debauchery!" The Priest stared at Sin in confusion, and darted out after her.

Liz and Daniel held their breath until the two Amazons closed the door and their excitement faded down the stairs, then let it go together. They turned to each other. Liz moved a lock of hair behind Daniel's ear, then the two kissed aggressively.

Almost a minute later, they broke apart, gasping. "I can't believe that worked." They said at the same time, then laughed almost in unison.

"I thought for sure that the Priest would have come with someone more competent." Daniel said.

"I thought Sin would have actually started training!" Liz replied.

"I was sure we'd need the crossbows." Daniel said, then pulled away, and removing two obsidian tipped bolt from something underneath the desk, then carefully pulled a compact crossbow, gently humming under the string straining the metal arms, out. It had been pointing towards Sin and the Priest, and the force behind the ultra sharp tip would have been more than enough to pin them to their chairs. Maybe not lethal, but certainly inconvenient.

Liz took it and easily released tension, gently letting the string move forward. Daniel did the same for the other one, then removed the string. As soon as the weapons were safe for storage, and put away, they took a pair of tankards and walked over to the bed. Then lay back, luxuriating in each other's presence, slowly drinking and unwinding.

"You know... it's not over, right?" Daniel asked after a bit, sounding worried.

Liz laughed, and took a long drink. She put the tankard down on a nearby table and swung her leg over Daniel, getting up, her breasts resting proudly on her swollen stomach, outlined in the fading light like an ancient fertility goddess.

"They've got bigger problems to worry about," She smiled down at him, her relaxed expression gradually sharpening into one faintly predatory, needy. "And... so do you." Daniel laughed, and downed his drink as well, enjoying the taste and sensation as it spread through his limbs. Liz backed up and lay down, nuzzling his heavy sheath and inhaling his potent pheromones, feeling a familiar tightness from between her own legs as her cock stretched the sheath and slowly forced its way out.

Daniel's stallionhood followed suit, the blunt head making a clear outline as it hardened and extended before pushing into the open, already leaking pre. Liz nuzzled it for a moment, then started kissing down as it kept pushing its way out, pressing into Daniel's belly. She kissed her way down his salty swollen balls, and lifted them out of the way, revealing her goal. Daniel's marehood was already dripping and needy, the clit hard and throbbing, nearly the size of Liz's upper thumb joint. Liz inhaled, her head swimming in Daniel's scent, her own need starting to fill the room, and gave it a lick.

Daniel gasped, his cock spurting as the sensation hit him hard, weeks of stress suddenly evaporating as need and desire hit him like a tidal wave. He bit his finger, trying not to buck into his wife's face, as his thighs threatened to crush her, needing more sensation. Liz laughed, the vibrations pulling another squeak from Daniel's throat, and she slowly went further down, giving the whole slit a long slow lick.

Both their cocks were already achingly hard, and Daniel pulled his between his breasts, feeling his milk start to leak over them, adding lubrication. The two lovers were already panting, the room feeling hot, and their muscles started to glisten with sweat, soon to be painted with pearls.

Liz pulled back, her face slathered with Daniel's juices, and sat up, her spire bobbing in time with her heartbeat, easily thicker than her wrist, almost as big as her bicep, designed to ram anyone into submission. But with Daniel, it was so different...

"You ready, lover boy? You know how much I love filling you." Liz asked, grabbing the thick flat head with one hand, the other wrapped around almost half of her sensitive medial ring.

Daniel was hugging his cock gently, taking care of his belly, but still licking the blunt head with ease. He managed a nod, his eyes glued to his wife, taking in every gram of her beauty and power. "Please..." He trailed off, eyes following a drop of pre as it splashed onto the bed.

Liz guided the cock to her husband's slit, feeling the well trained tunnel wrap around the shaft and tighten, as he started to leak. "Oh fuck... you feel amazing." Daniel said, squirming.

Liz laughed, and slowly started thrusting, Daniel flexing against her as inches disappeared into his needy hole. She pushed past his prostate, crushing out a spurt of cloudy fluid as his panting changed to a needy moan.

The two lovers picked up speed and effort, Daniel's breasts bouncing around his cock and Liz started thrusting, feeling Daniel's slit tighten around her as she pushed him through weak orgasm after weak orgasm, his balls starting to pull up, getting ready to paint the two of them.

Daniel pushed into Liz, his legs wrapping around his built lover, their stomachs pressing into each other with each thrust. "Getting close!" Liz managed, still thrusting, feeling her prostate start to swell, as Daniel's tunnel got tighter, sending sparks shooting across her brain.

A few more thrusts later and Liz buried her full length inside Daniel, as he wrapped his legs and arms entirely around her, not letting her go for anything, as they unloaded.

Liz filled her lover with spurt after spurt of sweet virile cum, while Daniel sprayed the two of them, the sudden blast of fresh Amazon cum sending their orgasm even higher, as their balls kept pumping, the two of them instinctively thrusting through the orgasm, keeping it going, flooding Daniel's tunnel and their bed. It gradually slowed, and the two lovers eased into a steady rate. Liz reached out with a shaky hand and painted a line on a nearby slate.

"Want to try... for the record?" She gasped, her cock still hard, her balls still ready to unload, and her clit demanding a turn.

Daniel took her hand, grinding against the massive invader, and nodded. "Just like every night."

The two pregnant lovers kept going, absolutely, blissfully content.

***

Epilogue

"For fucks sake, mom! I thought you were supposed to get less horny with age!" Tiffany said, shielding her eyes in mock horror as she walked into the solar. The smell from two floors down had already told her what was probably happening.

Liz shrugged, her fit body a bit softened by age, the scars on her hands bright against her tanned skin all these years later, but still clearly leading an active lifestyle. She was carrying a riding crop and an extensively tailored set of riding leathers, abet with the crotch cut out.

"Where's dad?" Tiffany asked, rolling her eyes.

Happy muffled noises came from next to the bed, where her dad was wearing horse blinders, a gag, and some complex shoes and gloves that restricted their movement.

"Seriously? The party is in barely an hour, we need to get the two of you cleaned up." Tiffany said, biting back a smile.

Ezekiel's head appeared around the door. "Hello Mistress Tiffany, I thought I'd find you here. Esquires, she is correct." Liz nodded to Ezekiel, smiling at Tiffany's sudden blush. She'd never quite gotten over Ezekiel finding her rummaging through her parent's toys, and Ezekiel delighted in bringing it up at opportune moments.

"Alright, we'll be down in a moment. Thank you for reminding us." Liz said, starting to undo the bindings on her husband, as he nuzzled into her chest, humming in satisfaction.

Tiffany and Ezekiel looked at the couple with expressions of good natured suffering, and left the room, Ezekiel inquiring about Tiffany's studies and if she'd made any good friends, leaving the young woman blushing, with a tiny nod.

It wasn't long before the two Amazon warriors were dressed and standing in the entrance way, waiting for the herald to announce their presence.

"Hey Liz..." Daniel said, quietly, getting a confused glance from his wife, before flexing for all his might, ripping the carefully tailored uniform along the back, chest, thighs, and biceps, sending a hot flash through her loins. "Try topping that."

Liz was about to imitate him when the doors opened, and Daniel strode into the bright light, and into the garden. As usual, a faux affronted gasp spread through the court at the sight of the two Amazons, but Liz's well tuned ear detected some more interested noises than the makers probably intended. *Looks like he discovered a new fashion.* She thought ruefully, as she followed him, unable to take her eyes off his shapely ass and back, as his massive sack swung, unrestrained, between his legs.

As the two approached the royal party, the Lord Protector sat there with his head in his hands at their appearance, as Her Lordship looked on with undisguised interest, her own breasts and oversized muscles straining the efforts of the royal tailors.

Liz and Daniel knelt before the young ruler. "I see you made your own fashion statement." Daniel smirked to his wife, who looked at herself confused, before noticing the tears along the thick bulge in her pants. He reached out towards her, and she took his hand, squeezing it happily.

The two held hands as Her Lordship approached to knight the two, their many children looking on with various levels of confusion, boredom, delight, and distraction, their servants proud of their masters' new status, and their old regiment variously standing at attention, drunkenly cheering, or off in the bushes, fucking before being yelled back into line by the sergeants.

A few taps later, and it was over.

Liz and Daniel stood up, feeling the same, but joyously hugged and kissed anyway, looking forward to their life in the empire.

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Hey, thanks for reading this!

I hope you enjoyed it, and I have a few ideas for other stories set in this universe. No idea when I'll get to them though.

Thanks to Cog for reviewing and sanity checking some of my ideas.